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Usually when I see herons eat voles they spear them, and then often dunk them in water to ease them down the hatch. This one was grabbed and swallowed immediately--and quite whole and alive--which I imagine is not too pleasant. I thought about a tighter crop, but just zoom in if you're interested. Great blue heron and vole, Ridgefield National Wildlife Refuge, Washington.
She leans in and hunches just a bit as she sucks the life out of her nicotine delivery device with an all consuming cheek hollowing drag.
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I've never really done a proper diptych before, but I like the way this has turned out :) Also I'm rubbish at titles lately hence the reason why some of my photos don't have titles for a while :P
She leans in and hunches just a bit as she sucks the life out of her nicotine delivery device with an all consuming cheek hollowing drag.
"She felt the tears well up in her eyes, rolling up her forehead instead of down her cheeks. The woman felt so heavy. So tired....
So tired..."
I am going to get back to building full-time, with this project being finished up to herald the way.
It will include several variants as well as an AO to go with it.
Below is a gif of the bump and shine maps in action.
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Roger Hayden has always teetered on the edge of the abyss. His grasp on reality is tenuous at best. At worst, he remembers the world as it was, the worlds beyond, and his own deaths. He remembers his own erasure, and he remembers the brief, pounding feeling of the lord of Kahndaq crushing his skull in one hand. He remembers his time, ravenous, and cold, a devourer of emotions, then he remembers being again, without any explanation.
At age twenty, Roger Hayden befriended a wicked old man named Charles Halstead. Halstead, the original wielder of the masks of Medusa, carved an admirable swath of crime throughout the criminal community. Roger Hayden murdered Halsted in his sleep, and welded the masks into one pure, smooth, golden weapon.
Roger Hayden, The Psycho Pirate, regrets nothing, and has never looked back.
Around him, the riot still rages. He takes no heed. A guard, John Richards, married for five years, divorced for one, no longer in custody of his daughter, raises his weapon towards Hayden.
John: Don’t move! Just put your hands on your head and return to your cell!
Pirate, waving his hand gently: Hm. You feel despair like you’ve never felt before.
John: Oh . . . oh god . . . oh Emily, no . . .
Pirate: Good. The despair is so deep, you cannot go on living.
John: No! Oh god no . . . forgive me, Emily.
John Richards raises his weapon to his head and ends his own life.
Pirate: One down, so many to go.
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Harleen Quinzel is no stranger to riots, there was one at Arkham nearly every month. In terms of prison riots, Harley was a veteran. Staff orders were to lock themselves in their offices or the nearest office while the riot was being dealt with, but Harley wasn’t just any frail old doctor.
And she wasn’t about to stand by while people got hurt.
Harley steps out into the hallways and checks both directions, then instinctively bolts to the right. A guard lays on the ground. Harley kneels down, picks up as much of him as she can, and drags him bodily back to her office. She checks his pulse. He’s alive, but unconscious. Thanks to her, Steve Wagner will go home to his new wife. Harley picks up his incapacitation gun, and heads down the hall. She hears a scuffle up ahead, holds her breath without realizing, and leans against the wall.
Harley, Under her breath: Alright, Quinzy . . . one . . . two . . . three-
Harley flips around the corner to see two guards and Captain Boomerang dealing with a seriously large prisoner. Sledge? Big Sir? One of the Blockbusters? It was impossible to tell.
Boomerang, stabbing the brute’s arm: Strewth someone ‘it ‘im in the goolies or somethin’!
Harley takes aim, sucks in a breath and shoots the giant man right between the eyes. He screams and goes down hard in a shower of electricity.
Boomerang: Bloody Hell! Who got him?
Harley, coming fully around the corner: Just your friendly neighborhood doctor!
Boomerang: Pretty good shot, doc. Givin’ Floyd a run for his money.
Harley: Ha! Thanks Digs. Admittedly my arm wasn’t ready, I wasn’t aimin’ nearly that high.
Answer, over the loudspeakers: Orchid’s down, I need one of you murderous lunatics to get over to S-block and clean up whatever milk is spilled over there . . . and also make sure she’s alright. . . . Make that your priority! Pronto ipso facto!
Boomerang: That’s me cue, see ya ‘round, Harl! *He takes off down the corridor*
Answer: Sweet suffering succotash, Blitzed-Buccaneer is headed towards the main gate, which some over-muscled meathead thought it would be fun to use AS GODDAMN DENTAL FLOSS.
Harley hits an intercom: Dontcha mean Psycho-Pirate?
Answer: I don’t care what he’s called! Someone stop that Crazed Corsair!
Harley blasts another inmate in the face, and thinks for a minute.
Harley hits the intercom again: I’m on it.
Answer: What? You’ll be killed, for the sake of D B Cooper! Killed!
But Harley had already begun running down the hall.
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Psycho-Pirate is having the time of his life. He’s convinced at least ten people, both guard and prisoner, to end their own lives. He’s driven eight more insane, and he’s even managed to salvage a pair of gravity boots. Elated, he floats down the hallway, reveling in the chaos.
Nothing stands in his way, nothing could, he is The Psycho-Pirate, he has brought superheroes to their knees, he’s pacified the mighty Bane, and made gods weep. Nothing can hinder him.
Especially not the reedy blonde woman, standing in the middle of the courtyard.
Psycho-Pirate: Heh. Stupid woman. You think to kill me? Do you know who I am?
Harley Quinn casts her rifle to the side: Yeah, you’re the sleazy guy that’s stealin’ my look. Red’n black squares? Really? I though I had the monopoly on that!
Pirate: My dear, the only thing you have a monopoly on is your own despair.
He begins to wave his hand gently. Rhythmically.
Harley: Yep, Y’got me, I’m real sad. *she raises her fists to her eyes in a mock-crying gesture* Boo hoo hoo.
Pirate: You weep! You are in agony!
Harley: *Bzzt*, wrong again!
Pirate begins to descend slowly, his boots running out of juice.
Pirate: How can this be?
Harley: Don’t worry about it, Roger, look, sit down a minute, let’s talk.
Pirate, defensively: How do you know my name?
Harley: C’mon, you’re incarcerated, I read your file. Take a seat, I just wanna talk.
Pirate: No! No, you are feeling anger! A self-loathing deep within yourself!
Harley: I mean, let’s face it, some days you’re not wrong. What about you, Roger? What drives you to do *she taps The Medusa Mask*, this.
Pirate pauses for a moment. Gunfire is heard in the distance, and try as he might, the blonde woman won’t bend to his obviously superior will. Before she can speak again, he lashes out, and grabs her throat.
Pirate: Fine, I will do this the hard way.
Harley: I think, if you’ll indulge me, that ya go around makin’ others feel such strong emotion, cause ya can’t seem to be able to feel it yourself. You’ve buried em way deep down, and now ya can’t find em!
Pirate staggers back a few inches and drops Harley. She rubs her throat a little, but his arms are thin and weak. She stands.
Harley: Honestly though, Roger, ask yourself: When was the last time you truly felt? And not these cheap thrills the mask gives ya, but true, raw emotion from deep inside ya?
She tentatively puts a hand on his shoulder. He doesn’t react.
Harley: I want you to dig, Roger, dig way, way down, and find the thing that made you happy. Happier than anything else ever has. Something from childhood. Find the most cherished, pure memory you have. Take a minute, We got all the time in th’world.
Roger Hayden thinks. He digs down, and sifts through memories like sand in a colander, he searches, and concentrates, and finally, latches on. Roger Hayden lifts his head and smiles blissfully, cheerfully. He begins to laugh joyfully, as if nothing had ever hurt him. Harley begins to smile as well, and laughs along with him. He wraps his arms around her, laughing gleefully, not a care in the world.
Harley: See! I knew you had it in you! You don’t need this *she removes his mask, carefully* after all. All that emotion you project onto other people’s been inside ya all this time, just waitin’ to get out.
Pirate: Ahaha, y-you’re absolutely right! Hahaha
Harley: Alright, now I need you to do something else for me. I need you to go back down, and do the same thing, but this time, find your lowest point. Find the point that made you sadder than you’ve ever been. That left you sobbing on the floor for days. Something it took you months to recover from.
Roger Hayden goes back under in the ocean of his mind. He swims through the thick water, and dives deeper and deeper, searching for that one memory he knows is there. He finds it in a locked chest, and breaks the rusty lock. With the memory he surfaces, drenched in his own tears. Roger Hayden sobs into Harley’s shoulder. She holds him gently,
Harley: There there, l’ill guy, let it out.
Murph, who’s survived more of these events than should be possible, carefully comes up behind Psycho-Pirate. Harley catches his eye, and they nod at each other. Murph raises his stun gun, and Harley mouths the words ‘one . . . two . . . three . . . ‘
Harley lets go of Hayden and steps back just as he’s hit in the back with Murph’s stun gun. Electrified, Hayden crumples to the ground.
Murph: That seemed like a touching moment, doc.
Harley: What can I say, it feels good to help a man find himself again.
Murph: And then shock him unconscious.
Harley: That’s the way to do it!
J. Daniel Murphy would die of old age, surrounded by family. He would never forget that Riot.
This striking petrel is still known by three names; Cape Petrel, Pintado Petrel (Spanish for painted), and Cape Pigeon. I first knew this bird by the name Cape Pigeon, as it appeared in at least one European field guide, and in BWP (Birds of the Western Palearctic). But it is a bird of the Southern Ocean with just a handful of records from Europe, though none are accepted onto any national lists because of the possibility of importation or release from ships. The scientific name Daption capense means little-devourer of the Cape, but bizarrely Daption is an anagram of Pintado. And the thing that they devour is usually krill, with occasional small fish and squid. They were patchily common in Antarctic waters and would often follow the ship.
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EASY PREY,
Run away!!! or assume that you are going to be devoured
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Devoured. Didn't I say run for the car! in the last post. That's the problem with me one last photo. I did run to the car and I saw how wild it was getting so I ran back. Do you get the picture. Every photo tells a story.p3
The Devourer was first spotted in the outer borders of M.A.N.T.I.S. territories, near planet Guinevere, sector A06. Not much is know about this vessel, but it seems to be some sort of symbiotic relation between the ship itself and a sort of tentacular creature. It attach to ships' hulls with the tentacles and fire energy weapons that cut deep inside its victims, through armourings and shields, vaporizing anything in its path. The creature then sucks and nourishes from the hot gaseous matter.
My entry for week 9 of Andromeda's Gates on Eurobricks.
A chance day to work with a wonderful person to produce some nice dystopian shots. Thank you to Devour and the location Home of Paine!
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Brush Park Detroit. Canon AE-1 28mm f2.8 Kodak Ektachrome 100 slide film expired 2003. canoscan 9950f. This place has felt like home for many years...now most structures will be taxed for a new development. I get it...the city needs development. just feels like we are erasing our heritage.
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The “stacie heels” includes a FATPACK that comes with 16 colors ways and is rigged for
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Following on from the last posting, here is a screenshot from 'Look at Life - The Car has Wings' from 1963. The Bristol Freighter* (or Superfreighter?) is with British United Air Ferries, formed in 1963 with the merging of Silver City Airways and Channel Air Bridge.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=37eizC7zW7s
* Not a Freighter at all, but an Aviation Traders Carvair - this shows how little I know about aircraft!
"This image of rapture infection you Whole Stripped, Stripped to the bone Devoured for solace a place we both Know
A gap in our winter weather encouraged me to head to the coast in the vain hope of seeing pelagics. I managed to get reasonably close to this bird which had just devoured a crab.
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The Devourer was first spotted in the outer borders of M.A.N.T.I.S. territories, near planet Guinevere, sector A06. Not much is know about this vessel, but it seems to be some sort of symbiotic relation between the ship itself and a sort of tentacular creature. It attach to ships' hulls with the tentacles and fire energy weapons that cut deep inside its victims, through armourings and shields, vaporizing anything in its path. The creature then sucks and nourishes from the hot gaseous matter.
My entry for week 9 of Andromeda's Gates on Eurobricks.
I have mixed feeling about this shot, I find this quite unappealing.lol so i might delete this hours later if my ficklemindedness acts up.The plant looks exotic though, is it a some kinda carnivorous plant? Btw guys, this shall be my final macro shot I promise.
I posted my previous, recent macro shots at a local forum and they commented the photos are too contrasty and overprocessed and too artistic for standard macro. However, I hope I can provide a new perspective to the macro sphere. Artistry is what I aim for in every work so I hope I'm not letting anyone here down.
Explored |April 16, 2009 #14
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Martlesham Suffolk
BBC NatureWaxwing
Waxwings are sprightly berry-devouring winter visitors to Great Britain and Ireland. They arrive in October to the east coast, usually numbering only a hundred or so, and slowly move inland in search of food. But when poor weather, or a good breeding year, creates food shortages in their northern coniferous forest homelands they flock southwards in large numbers.
With a voracious appetite for berries they can soon strip a rowan, hawthorn or cotoneaster plant bare. Glimpsing the prominent crest, black eye mask and brightly coloured wings, with waxy-looking red tips on the flight feathers, brightens up any dull winter’s day; and if they arrive in numbers it’s not as hard as you may think! Look to orchards, gardens and anywhere with berry-laden plants.
Scientific name: Bombycilla garrulus
Rank: Species
Common names: Bohemian waxwing
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The “envy mini FATPACK” includes a hud that provides 12 colors and is rigged for
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Showing due respect to the power of the feminine principle.
The divine and dangerous Patchouli Sapwood at Fracture.
Texture courtesy carlitosway85.